My dad got sick with a degenerative illness a couple of years ago. This introduced a steep downward hill into his and Mom's twenty-year marriage. A couple of months ago he left.
Soon after, Mom told me she was seeing someone. A man from work. She has officially slept at his place a couple of times since then, but was spending nights away frequently way before that, even since before Dad moved. They have worked together more or less since Dad began declining. Looking back, this guy, if nothing else, probably did not slow down my parents' separation process.
I was living my last few months at home before moving to the university campus. Mom told me a day in advance that
Jacob
was coming over for dinner. I would join them for it.
I had never seen Mom as giddy. She and my Dad had been happy for most of my nineteen year long life, but I guess I never witnessed her being in love with him.
"Whoa." I teased Mom upon seeing what she had changed into. An above-the-knee black tube, squeezing tightly around her boobs and butt.
"What?" she asked, knowing she looked good.
"You're making me blush, Mom."
"Stop."
"Oh, you'd like another compliment. Certainly! Hey, Mom, you're giving me a hard-on."
She burst into a blushed cackle. "Is it really that bad?"
"Mom, you know you're a hottie." And she was. Beautiful face, lush blond hair, green eyes, big tits, and a thick, round, perky ass I was jealous of -- the other stuff I already had.
"I know, Sweetie, I just liked to hear it again." She was usually not like this. While I felt bad for Dad, I chuckled from the pride.
She yelled to me to come down when Jacob arrived.
He was tall, dark, and handsome. Green eyes. Dressed in a casual suit. Mom introduced us. It was always destined to be a bit awkward, but it went fine. I tried to be as normal as possible, so I could get this thing over with, and then be in the shadows. I did not need to distract myself with my parents' relationships. I had school and a boyfriend, and I was moving out soon.
"Hi." His tone did not change a bit when he went from talking to Mom to greeting me. We shook hands. He was so relaxed. He could not have made it more comfortable. Good start.
The three of us chatted for a moment before sitting down at the table. He seemed like a bit of a player, maybe. He had that very sexual vibe, frankly speaking. Introverted and smirky. Divorced three times, one kid from each marriage.
While I did feel a tinge of disappointment upon learning that Mom had moved on so quickly, I will not deny that witnessing her giggle and blush in the way she did over dinner put a smirk on my face. Dad is apparently seeing someone new as well, and knowing that certainly helps with the initial ick of Mom telling me she has a boyfriend.
I would never act on it, and it's not a big deal, as if there aren't plenty of hot guys out there, but I definitely felt attracted to Jacob pretty quickly after meeting him. I would never hook up with a guy my Dad's age, especially if he's dating my Mom, but I can totally understand why she would be infatuated with him.
He was very pleasant and easy to talk to. He did not interact like a jock, trying to force disrespectful banter on me. Instead he just had complete confidence. He felt unbothered, in control, while otherwise just being polite. He was very reserved. And, the best way I can put it, is that he simply knew exactly who he was. He just expressed himself with no expectations. What I am saying is that he was very charismatic. Like he had seen everything there is to see, and accepted it. As opposed to some neurotic overcompensating for his desperate need for control and validation, by trying to ungracefully dominate the interaction.
There is no need to describe our conversation beyond that. I do not even really remember any of the details. Just basic small-talk about school and plans and dreams. Nothing too interesting. It was his bearing that was, I guess, a little hypnotic.
I eventually excused myself and went to my room to study, while the lovebirds were supposed to take a bath. I thought I needed a glass of water, so I headed downstairs. I turned the corner towards the kitchen, where Jacob was standing alone by the counter, with his wine glass on it, a few feet away from me. I stopped in my tracks. He looked at me with that same relaxed certainty, and unreadable expression from earlier. I stared back with my mouth closed, trying to conceal how small I felt.
"More wine?" he proposed.
"No thanks... where's Mom?" I asked, as the nervous tingles in me grew.
"Taking a bath," he said.
"Okay..." I answered in a fake monotone, supposedly playing it cool, but actually overdoing it due to feeling everything but.
I walked up next to him to the water tap. His hand was on the counter, almost touching my side. I opened the tap and began to fill up my glass. I sensed his manly scent, and felt that amazing hot rush again, starting in my stomach and streaming down my hips and thighs. My mouth opened to take a deep breath. I realized it would look odd. I bit my lip to keep my mouth closed. I gave him a quick glance before turning away to return to my room with my water. He was looking down at the floor next to me. Or was he checking out my ass? With that undecodable face.
I walked back to my bedroom, feeling flushed in the face. What the hell was what? I was being so weird.
